It Takes Five

3

“Is this your house?” Kevin asked, walking through the doors of the large house, looking around at the large family room that was in front of him. 

“Yeah, it's not that large but when you first step in it looks it.” Mitch confirmed as he walked into the kitchen. 

“I can show you guys your rooms while Mitch prepares dinner…” Scott offered. Kevin and Kirstie followed him with their bags upstairs to the bedrooms. “This is yours, Kevin."

The room was simple. Bed, dresser, wardrobe, bedside table. Kevin walked in and sat on the bed next to the window. “Thanks, Scott.”

“No problem. Kirst…” He made a grand gesture towards the door, the kitty giggled walking off with him in tow. 

They stopped outside the next room and Scott opened the door. “Here’s your room. Settle in.” He went to walk away but a grip around his arm stopped him, he looked back and Kirstie was holding on to him. 

“Stay? Talk…” She pleaded. He sighed walking into the room with her, sitting on her bed. It was silent for a while before she spoke. 

Scott chuckled. "Definitely. Want me to help you get settled while we talk?" He offered. He'd truly missed his sister. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of her. Now that he finally had her back, he wasn't letting her go again.

“That would be nice…” She started unpacking her bag before looking up at him. “How have you been?” She asked, he set down the shirt he was holding. 

He pondered. "Well, um, it was hard at first. Being away from you and mom, I had a hard time. Especially since I lost you. I never stopped looking, hoping maybe I'd find you. I never did, obviously, but I still thought of you, every day. Um, I wound up in the streets for a while until Mitch found me. He got out just as the attack started. He found me, helped me. He knows all about you, mostly because I never shut up about you." He pulled her in for a tight hug. Tears burned in his eyes. "God, I missed you." He sniffled.

“I… really missed you too…. I only told Kevin my best friend was a girl because it hurt too much to think of you… not knowing where you were, how you were… I didn't want to think you were dead or being used for… God knows what. I made up a best friend… but you've always been my best friend, Scott. Nothing changes that. Not ever.” She said, crying into his shirt. 

"Never ever." He chuckled. "Wanna go see what Mitch's making for dinner?" He asked. "I'll carry you." He added, knowing his sister would like that.

“Yes please. I’m sooooo tired you wouldn’t believe it.” She giggled causing Scott’s ears to perk up. He really did miss the sound of her happiness.

They walked in on Mitch as he cursed and slammed the fridge door, startling the blonde’s in the doorway.

“What’s wrong, Mitchie?” Scott walked up to him, Kirstie still in his arms.

“No food… I knew we left the house for something…” The dog scratched behind his ears, enjoying the sensation it gave him.

“Wanna head back out? We can buy some stuff for Kit and Kevin while we’re at it?” Scott suggested. He drew Kirstie’s attention when he mentioned buying new things for her.

“No, Scott, it’s fine don’t do that.” She slipped out of his arms to walk over to the cupboards looking for a glass. “Kevin and I are fine with what we’ve got already, you took us both in too, you’ve done enough.”

“I couldn’t protect you…” He barely whispered, yet Kirstie still heard him.

“What are you talking about?” She didn’t understand what he meant nor what he was reffering to.